The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Steven held the love of his life in his arms with tearful eyes. "I may be a Lovett, but I no longer have anything to do with that family the moment they were mean to you."

Amelia was moved and worried. "Steve..."

"I no longer have a home."

Though Steven chuckled helplessly, he felt relieved and liberated. "I am still Steven Lovett, but the heir of the Lovetts is dead."

"Who said you don't have a home?"

Furrowing her brows, Amelia put a finger on his lips. "Home is where I am. My family is your family, too."

The moon, shrouded in a haze, hung high in the velvety night sky.

The pair wound up in bed together.

next to Amelia. Neither crossed the line

lingering scent of Amelia's shower gel, his senses overwhelmed by her warmth and the rhythm of her breathing. Steven swallowed

stirred in

being a restrained gentleman, it was pure torture to lay next to the love of his life all

of scent

to see Amelia straddling him. As she leaned in, the loose shirt slipped past her

closed his eyes so as not to violate her

your eyes and look at me." Amelia's lip clung to his ear,

his red-rimmed eyes, the sweat in his palms drenching the

"Take me, Steve."

lust, he cast all

an overpowering spy voice held a thick her. His of